Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1247  5th level concept of space and time

Then, without warning, it happened.

A deep pulse echoed through Max's soul.

It was not violent. It was not abrupt. It was simply vast, boundless, and final.

Space folded around him gently, responding to his will before he even consciously commanded it.

Max inhaled sharply, realizing that the sphere of comprehension had become completely transparent, its final lesson merging seamlessly with his existence.

He had comprehended Spatial Dominion.

Pure, absolute control over the fifth-level Concept of Space.

In the same instant, across from him, the temporal clone trembled as countless streams of time converged upon it. Every era, every heartbeat, every possible future compressed into a single, silent moment. When the light faded from its body, the clone opened its eyes slowly, the depths of its gaze no longer bound by linearly moving time.

It had comprehended Temporal Dominion.

The fifth-level Concept of Time.

Max's two bodies sat perfectly still, the air around them pulsing gently with the combined presence of space and time in their purest forms.

His consciousness breathed through both at once, and for the first time in his life, Max felt as though he were truly walking beyond the limits of this world—beyond the broken laws, beyond the suffocating boundaries of Acaris, beyond everything that once held him back.

He had achieved what no one in this world had accomplished for countless ages.

He had mastered the fifth-level concept of space.

He had mastered the fifth-level concept of time.

"Finally…" Max whispered, and the sound of his own voice carried a tremor of excitement he could not suppress. The change inside him was not subtle. It was not mild. It was not something that could be mistaken for a slight increase in strength. It felt as though he had stepped into an entirely different existence.

The space around him no longer appeared as empty stretches between points or the silent distance between objects. He could feel every layer of it, every fold, every subtle vibration that connected one point to another. The air itself hummed with possibilities.

With a simple intention he could sense the countless pathways space could rearrange into, each one bending according to his will. The sensation was overwhelming yet strangely natural, as if he had always been meant to see the world this way.

He knew, without needing to test it, that he could manipulate space with absolute precision. It would obey him, respond to him, shape itself to his desires without the slightest resistance. Space was no longer something he used. It was something he commanded.

The temporal clone sitting opposite him felt something just as profound. Its connection to time did not feel like a river flowing forward anymore. Time had expanded into a boundless ocean around it, full of hidden tides and swirling depths.

It could sense the echoes of past and future layered one over another like living tapestries, each one clear, tangible, and waiting to be reached. The fifth-level concept of time gave him an understanding so sharp that it bordered on unnatural.

Moments no longer felt linear; they spread out like threads in a loom, each one accessible with the right touch. The clone understood that if it so wished, it could shift through these threads, alter them, freeze them, accelerate them, or tear them apart entirely.

With this level of mastery, the very idea of what he could do in the mortal world bordered on the impossible. Even the smallest action he took would be enough to bend the flow of reality in ways this broken world had never witnessed.

"Fifth-level concepts truly are a world apart from the fourth…" Max murmured. His voice was filled with awe and a hint of disbelief. He had comprehended the fourth-level concepts of both space and time long ago and at the time he had felt powerful, capable of bending the world's laws more skillfully than most beings alive.

Yet the feeling he had now was incomparable. The fourth-level concepts merely improved his control. They sharpened his abilities, refined his techniques, and expanded his senses. But they never made him feel like the embodiment of the laws themselves. They never made him feel like he was part of the fabric of existence.

The fifth-level concepts changed everything.

With Spatial Dominion, Max felt as though the entire world rested on a blueprint he alone could read. Every line, every fold, every boundary was his to interpret and reshape. With Temporal Dominion, the clone felt the very rhythm of existence beating beneath its grasp, each moment waiting for him to decide whether it should be preserved, altered, or destroyed.

The difference between the fourth and fifth levels was not a step. It was a chasm. One that separated those who used laws from those who wielded them as their own essence. Max understood, as his two bodies breathed in perfect harmony, that he had crossed the threshold that defined the limits of this broken world.

He was no longer bound by its restrictions. No longer held back by its fractured laws. No longer a cultivator struggling against impossibilities.

He had become a master of space and a master of time.

"There is still half a month left. I should comprehend the fourth-level lightning concept during this time and attempt the fifth-level sword concept as well," Max murmured as he slowly rose from the depth of his earlier comprehension. Even after touching the fifth level of space and time, he had no intention of slowing down.

His eyes turned inward, tracing the paths of his remaining laws. His lightning concept was still at the third level, lingering behind the others. It had always been a natural part of his combat style, but unlike space and time, he had never received a focused inheritance or trial for it.

There was no lightning trial inside the Heavenly Lord Secret Domain or even if there was one he had been unfortunate to find even one, and as a result, his lightning comprehension lagged behind his other concepts and failed to match the standard of his current power.

His sword concept, on the other hand, was already at the fourth level, and even that alone made him overwhelmingly strong. Yet Max knew better than to be content. His sword had always been more than a weapon; it was an extension of his will and one of the pillars of his fighting style.

To him, increasing his sword concept to the fifth level was not a luxury but a necessity. With all the catastrophes looming over the world and his enemies growing more monstrous by the day, having a single weakness or unrefined path could easily lead to disaster. Strength in one law was no longer enough. He wanted dominance in every law he cultivated.